Girl On A Swing

There she sits
Alone
On her swing
Her Thinking Swing
The wind blows through her hair
And mascara bleeds
Down her cold, hard face
Turning the pallor
From white
To red and black.
And as she sits
She thinks
Thinks of how she needs him
She needs him so much
Needs him to wipe her stinging
Tears away
Needs him to kiss her
Kiss her pain and regret and heartache
All away
Needs him to hold her
Hold her so tight and
Never ever let her go
Needs him to whisper
I love you
So that it makes her
Feel real again
So that it burns up
All her bitter hatred for herself
Because she only loves him
She loves him more than anything
Or anyone
In existance.
And it kills her
It kills her not being with him
Kills her more than she could have
Killed herself.
But then he saved her form that
He saved her just in time
Because if it wasn't for him
She would be six feet under
Right now
Stone
Cold
Dead
Sleeping in her purple satin
Black lacquer
Her beautiful grave
But now she's still breathing
Breathing only for him
Only for him...

(c) By Bella M. Schilling
23rd January 2006.